I'd much rather float down the Gaspereau River draped over a big tractor tire inner-tube, with huge trees over-arching the river and the odd cow mooing at me as I doze off...
aaaahhh...now THAT'S the life...
Jeez, it sounds like it! We don't have too many tubing rivers out here. Darnit. Unless you want to go down the tubes into the netherworld. Or the turbines.
I hear Arkansas has great tube-rivers. You know, under that forest canopy thing, which to me is magic, like making a tent out of old sheets and clothespins in the backyard, when you were a kid. (As opposed to now.) I used to look down in the grass, and the clovers, and want to be that small because it looked nice. Little did I know, I would be terrified and eaten. (Similar to now.)
But I'm beginning to think kayaking sounds really fun. A friend came back from Hawaii with glowing reports. Said they're easy to paddle. (I think it's that "easy" word.)
I wonder if I could stay awake.
It's a very fine line, for me, between "too hard" and "will I fall asleep?" Yah. Like, they're mooshed together close, lots of distance on either side, with just a thin-molecule layer of "perfect, and I'm awake" in the middle.
You know landlubbers? Well I'm just a lubber. I don't restrict myself to land, as a specialty. I boat lub, car lub, porch lub, chair lub ~ and especially bed lub.
I should be caught and rendered for my lubber.
I don't think I've been called "dynamic." Except, of course, my personality. "Edison-Mazda," that is. I think "scintillating" is fair. "Diaphonous", and fleeting. Rarefied; shallow.
I'm perfectly applied to this computer, really.
I'm a computer application. Like a gloss; or mousse. There's as much of me, on your end, as on this end. I'm spread pretty thin. But about as thick as I can get.
Think of me as a phosphor molecule.
Okay?
You can go now, back to what you were doing.
We'll have another talk sometime.
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